Category: Short Story

  • Lines Drawn in the Sand

    In the blistering urban heat, Diana wandered through the labyrinth of her own existence. She, like a modern Antigone, grappled with the absurdity of societal expectations. Her shadow, a relentless companion, whispered doubts as she navigated the clamor of city life. Haunted by the echoes of Elektra’s tragedy, Diana faced a contemporary struggle – torn…

  • Flash Fiction: Suicide Note

    Rain! Oh, it’s raining. Rafik…Rooja…Fatima…where are you Fatima? When will the super be ready, what’s cooking in. Will you get me a cup of tea? Fatima, get me a cup of tea, did you hear what I said. Fatima speaks from a distance. Why…I’m busy in the kitchen. Rooja, go and see your father what’s…

  • Flash Fiction: Samsara

    So, you don’t love me, you don’t want to reciprocate my feelings! That’s right baby, your hate is killing me. But listen baby, listen, every time you kill me, I’ll rise again, like the phoenix from the ashes. The old will die and new will resurrect. Do you believe in Karma, do you believe in…

  • Flash Fiction: Love and Marriage

    Time after time, you get confused about facts and fictions. You cannot distinguish between illusion and reality. You are haunted by the city, by the people, and by the world around. You close your inner world and open your eyes. You see a feeding cup on your husband’s hand. No, no, you don’t want to…

  • Flash Fiction: Everest Calling

    The kids were loitering on the street. Their songs tried to penetrate the ethereal music from the shops that sold anything from Thanka-paintings to incense, spices, tea, coffee, Khukuri-knives, DVDs, books, and pot. They stopped at the square and raised their heads to see the man before them. The European was ill at ease. He…

  • Flash Fiction: The Everest Season

    “We had a good time in the Himalayas,” he said. “Poor me, I missed the chance,” she said. Tears welled in her eyes. They were speaking Italian and the girl looked just like straight from Milan’s runway – sexy, skimpy, tall, pale, anorexic; only that her face was little rugged. People were obsessed with mountains,…

  • Flash Fiction: Ctrl+Alt+Love

    In the cyber space, a girl meets a boy, and the boy meets the girl. They send messages, they reply messages. Ask me what they write, I will tell you everything. Boy:  Thanks for accepting my friendship, you look nice. Girl: D Boy: Why don’t you go online? Do boys bother you? P Girl: Will…

  • Flash Fiction: Pixelated Passion

    Actually, they did not meet on a dating site.  However, they were building a relationship in the virtual world. Here is an excerpt from the middle of the conversation. He: So, I’m talking with Greek Goddess! She: Aha! Thanks! He: I picture you as a Venus! She: Oho… He: Do you often chat with strangers?…

  • Flash Fiction: The Drunken Poet

    “Give me some beautiful lines, make me feel good, make me feel special,” she said. “Every night….I see you…I feel you,” he smiled at himself. “Sorry about the burrowed lines.” “Burrowed?”  she asked. “From where you borrowed that one? I mean not where, from whom?” “From a song by Celine Dion,” he replied. “Oh…you are…

  • Petals in the Crosshairs

    In the heart of war-torn Iraq, where the scorching sun bore witness to both conflict and resilience, an American soldier named Jake found himself stationed in a small village. Amidst the dust and echoes of gunfire, he discovered an unexpected solace in the most unlikely of places. One day, as Jake patrolled the village streets,…